THE RAIN AND THE DAWN

THE RAIN AND THE DAWN

When the earth had forgotten
the sound of water,

the heavens spoke
not with thunder,
but with rain—

gentle enough
to awaken sleeping seeds,

patient enough
to soften hardened ground,

faithful enough
to remind the dust
that life had never abandoned it.

And when the night
believed itself eternal,

morning arrived
without raising its voice.

The dawn
did not argue with darkness.

It simply became light.

May our words
be like that rain—

not to flood,
but to nourish.

May our lives
be like that dawn—

not to conquer,
but to reveal.

For every heart
that carries mercy
becomes a cloud
over someone's desert,

and every soul
that bears the Cross
becomes a sunrise
for someone still walking
through the night.

May we never grow weary
of becoming
rain for the thirsty,

and dawn
for those
who have forgotten
that morning still comes.

Immanuel.

Steven G. Lee
July 3, 2026